"I love you." She spoke and looked at herself in the mirror. "I love you. I love you. I love you." She repeated as she stepped back. Her figure was a slim Twi'lek, a blue color. She had blue eyes and she looked around nervously. She was the wife of a very powerful Sith Lord, Darth Asthidal Tythorns the Emperor's Wrath. The door to their room opened, Darth Tythorns stepped forward. He had dirty blonde, short cut hair. His eyes weren't amber, but blue. He smiled as he looked upon his wife. Her insides melted and she latched onto him hugging him tightly. She began to hug him tighter as a tear left her eye.

"There there. I'll be alright." He spoke to her softly. His rough voice soothed her when he was soft.

She looked up at him and pleaded, "Please don't die today. Live so we can run off together and live in peace." She began to trail off, and she looked down. Asthidal reached out and placed his hand under her chin and lifted it gently.

"I will kill him today Ce'na. I will kill Darth Baras in front of the council." His eyes darkened, having a small hint of amber. He was different unlike the other Sith, he could control his anger. It's why the Emperor liked him, he was different from the other weak minded fools, or so the Emperor told Asthidal. She looked up at him into his eyes, and they returned to the blue color she loved. She kissed him on the lips as they heard a knock on the door and a clearing of the throat. Asthidal turned around, "What is it Captain."

"We are in orbit over Korriban now my lord." Captain Malavai Quinn spoke with a formal tone. He bowed his head and departed back to the cockpit. The ship began to crawl with movement. Lieutenant Pierce and Broonmark both moved around as Jaesa Willsaam sat there eyeing Pierce. Ce'na pulled Asthidal's attention back to her.

"After this, I'll take you somewhere. Maybe have the ship to our own if things work out well." She whispered and nuzzled her head under his chin. "Just don't die today, because I don't want to be a slave again."

Asthidal laughed quietly and looked at her and took a step back. He looked over at his mask, apart of his Reaver's armor that he earned after emerging unscathed from a dark force planet, deserted after disaster. Only the dark side and all it's horrors remain at the planet. He looked at Ce'na, and looked back at the mask and began to place it on his face. He grabbed his black hood and threw it over his mask. He looked like someone who could scare a child to sleep, and give nightmares for weeks. He turned around and walked to the cockpit.

He stood behind Quinn, "Land us."

"Yes my lord." He responded quickly as he began to land the Fury-Class Interceptor. As the ship landed on the correct pad, Asthidal lowered the ramp and stepped off, his boots making a constant thud sound. Ce'na sprinted as the ship landed desperately trying to catch up. As he began to march to the Academy's entrance, she finally caught up, gasping for air.

"Nice of you to join me." He regarded, and continued walking up the steps. Ce'na followed behind. Finally, after three minutes of more walking the pair reached the Dark Council entrance, where Darth Vowrawn was pacing.

Darth Vowrawn looked up. "Ah there you are, I was beginning to think you wouldn't arrive for this great opportunity."

Asthidal looked at Vowrawn, "I have waited for the day to end Baras's life ever since he put my wife in danger."

"I wouldn't doubt that my young friend, you remind me a lot of Darth Malgus..." He trailed off, only to look back.

Asthidal's neck bristled. "I'm here. Let's waste no time."

Vowrawn grinned, "Baras has called a special session of the council to make his claim as the Emperor's Voice official. I'm uh... fashionably late. Your former master, and the most powerful Darths in the galaxy await. Heh. The play is yours."

Asthidal glared into Vowrawn's eyes. "If I should die, it should be face to face with that coward."

"Lead the way."

Asthidal walked through the doors of the Dark Council. Inside Baras was pacing, "It had better be Darth Vowrawn coming through those doors."

Asthidal stood directly behind Baras. "Don't act surprised Baras."

Darth Marr, a Dark Council member,muttered, "Interesting..."

Darth Ravage, another Dark Council member spoke up, "This isn't the time for one of your games, Vowrawn."

Asthidal took the oppertunity, "I am the Emperor's Wrath. Baras is not who he claims to be."

Baras spun around and looked at Asthidal and continued pacing around the Dark Council. "My fellows, this is my former apprentice, no doubt you've acquianted with his defiance, he was unworthy to me so I excised him. The Emperor will inform me what to do about Vowrawn, for now assist me in destroying this rebel."

Asthidal's eyes began to turn amber. No one could tell but Ce'na as she felt his anger. "Don't hide behind the Council, coward." He called out.

Ravage rolled his eyes and sat up straight, "Fine let us swat this gnat and move on."

Marr shook his head and nearly shouted. "No. Baras claims to be the Voice. This lord claims to be the Wrath. I will not provoke the Emperor. The one who lives, speaks truth!"

Baras shot a glare at Asthidal, "Fine, the Master will grant the slave his last wish. The Emperor calls for your death. Attack me if you dare."

What control Asthidal had, he lost. His eyes flashed to a golden amber. "I was never, nor shall I ever be your slave!" He ignited his lightsaber, a black crystal with a red outlining. He leaped at Baras who parried it. The two began a long fateful duel.

After a few minutes of attacking, defending, and finally counter attacking Asthidal began to gain the upper hand. After disarming Baras, Asthidal took a step forward. Baras took off his round mask and dropped it to the floor following a burst of laughter and stretched out his hand. Lightning flew from his finger tips, only to be deflected by Asthidal's lightsaber. "Had enough child? Can you feel your grip on life slipping? Why persist in this futile gesture of vengeance? Let go and embrace your death!"

Asthidal gasped for breath, "If this is the end for me.. I will take you with me." He pushed with all his might forcing the energy the lightsaber gathered back to Baras. Baras stood shocked, and reached out with the force to grab his lightsaber again. The two began to fight again, slash after slash, parry after parry. Asthidal soon rose his saber, and struck downwards hitting Baras's lightsaber hilt. Baras stumbled back in disbelief. "Your depleted Baras. You hover a breath away from destruction." Asthidal grinned under his mask. He dreampt of this moment.

Baras tried to summon the Force and use his lightning abilities, but the lightning disappeared after a spark or two. He cried out, "No! My powers abandon me."

Asthidal began to pace around Baras, "Take a look around at your fellow disappointed councilmen."

Baras looked up and in desperation stood up. He began to walk quickly over to Darth Marr. "I call upon the Dark Council to.. kill this fool, now! The Emperor commands it! Darth Marr, strike on the Emperor's behalf or suffer his disfavor!"

Darth Marr sat back in his seat and looked over at Asthidal, "I believe I'll take my chances..." He looked back at Baras who spatted at him.

Baras quickly paced himself over to Ravage, "Ravage? Has your sense left you as well?! Defend me! Defend the Voice!"

Ravage spoke out of fear, "I will not stand in the path of the Emperor's Wrath."

The holocaust was complete. Baras turned around and looked at Asthidal with a hidden fear, "Do you think you've won? Do you think you can silence the Emperor's true voice? Deliever the deathblow then! From beyond darkness, I shall strike at you. One day vengeance will be mine!"

Asthidal moved up closer to Baras, eyeing him as he gloated. He had his lightsaber in hand. Finally Asthidal spoke up, loud enough for everyone to hear. "I wash the galaxy clean of you."

Baras turned around with a wicked smile, "I cannot di-"

A black-crimson blade impaled his chest. Baras let out a sharp ragged grunt. He looked up at Asthidal who eyed him through his mask. Asthidal held his enemy, his former master, and watched as the life extinguished from his eyes. Asthidal deactivated his lightsaber and watched Baras fall to the floor dead.

The council praised him and recongized his title. It meant little to him, he looked for Ce'na, and she was there smiling at him realizing he had conquered his enemies that wanted her dead.